"How dared he... how dared he?!!!" Robin King roared, throwing down his popcorn. "How could that damn bumpkin possibly understand the brilliance of the traps I set? He doesn't understand at all..."
But no matter how loudly he roared, it could not drown out Red Hood's relentless sarcasm on the screen. Not only did he nimbly evade one trap after another, his mouth never stopped running, nitpicking every detail and mocking him to the fullest.
Robin King's traps could hardly have been more comprehensive: spikes on the ground, flamethrowers overhead, hidden arrows around the walls, and all manner of explosives that would send anyone who stepped on them flying into the sky. Laser traps, fake doors, and false paths were practically effortless for him.
It was not as though he meant to kill the fish he had hooked with these traps. He simply liked watching fish thrash straight into the blades, smashing themselves bloody before appearing before Batman. That made for the most convincing effect.
Logically speaking, such traps could not do much to Arkham Knight at his peak. As Red Hood had said, Arkham Knight could even fight Batman for an entire night. Ordinary traps could not touch him. That was precisely what Robin King took pride in about this plan: he had long since noticed that the Symbiote Batman used to heal his injuries was anything but simple.
At first, Robin King had merely been curious about where that seemingly endless Self-Healing ability came from. But as he investigated, he discovered that it seemed to be faintly connected to somewhere beyond this world. Following that thread, Robin King found Arkham Knight and learned part of his story with Batman by reading his memories.
So Robin King deliberately kept inflicting wounds on Batman, provoking the Symbiote, then used the